Monday, June 30, 2008

From the Desert to the Arctic

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
Who's the Smartest of them All?

Those who Live in the Desert
And Wear a Ton of Clothes?

Or the Ones who
Live in the Arctic and
Barely wear any at all?

Friday, June 27, 2008

Camera Action

I am not a photographer. I think you can figure that out by looking at my photos. I stopped by to visit my little friend today and took a few pictures. I am not sure if it was her or my camera, but it couldn't have been me. Not once, but every single time I would press the button at the right time, but the kid would move into a different pose and my camera is a little slow. After I press the button it pauses a couple seconds and by that time the kid decided to look the other way or something. So I took a picture of her doll house. Her name is Corinne and she is 3 years old.

This is a rose I stole from over the fence when my neighbors weren't looking. I hope. Nobody brings me flowers anymore so I have to find my own.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Sneaky Practice

Don't you hate to feel that somebody is trying to pull a fast one on you?
How do you feel about the cans and jars of everything suddenly getting smaller? Even the newspaper is smaller. The bread I always buy has suddenly gotten smaller. Sneaky trick to make us pay more for even less because the price has gone up on almost everything. The stores are shoplifting from us. They do it behind our back so how are they any different than a shoplifter?
Some gas stations have even adjusted their meters so you don’t get as much gas as you are paying for. They caught a few of them, but how many have they not caught.
It’s a crooked world. I reckon there'll be a day of reckoning. Nobody ever uses that word anymore. It’s a perfectly good word.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

The Semi Long Wait

My appointment went okay with the Sleep doctor. I was taken to the little room with no windows and the closed door and I sat on my hands for 40 minutes. Finally he came in. The C-PAP that is used for sleep Apnea makes my sleeping worse and he wants to get my sleeplessness solved first. When I can start sleeping okay then I will need to be on the C-PAP because I guess it’s important to breathe while you’re asleep. Imagine that!! He put me on Doxepin. It’s for depression. The first night I woke up every hour, but went back to sleep. I did that the second night as well, but finally went to sleep at 2 and didn’t wake up until 5. I think it’s going to work, but it’s a little soon to tell. Is the cure that simple after all these years of complaining to the doctor’s about my inability to sleep?
I didn’t think I was depressed and I guess it doesn’t matter if it helps you sleep.
I will go back in 3 months. When I set up the appointment I asked the girl if I could have the first appointment of the day. She looked up at me and said "are you thinking he will be running on time if you are first"? I said, "exactly". She said, "no way, why don’t you make the appointment just before lunch and he will be hungry and you won’t have to wait as long". My appointment is at 11:30.
I hate waiting for anything. Just hate it………………

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Beauty Shop Shopping

I finally found a beauty shop I like. Somebody told me its name should be the "Valley of the Blue Hairs" I don’t care. I like that beauty shop because the owner operator is 60 plus and so are the clients. I feel very comfortable there because they play ancient country music. Nobody talks 90 miles an hour. You can actually understand what they are saying. They don’t mumble under their breath. The operators don’t feel the need to keep up a constant running banter by asking all those stupid questions such as "How many grandkids do you have"? "What are you going to do for Mother’s day" or whatever the next coming holiday is. We talk about important stuff. Such as chin hairs and wiry eyebrows and how much fiber one should take. You can tell the operator how you want your hair cut and she says, "oh yes, I remember that style". And she cuts it that way.
It is amazing.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Old am I

I am going to be old in a couple months. Like 80 years old. I can already tell you what it’s like. I am so old that temptation never comes around me anymore. Opportunity ! What’s that? I will never climb Mount Rainier. I do well to climb into bed , much less climb a mountain. I wasn’t sure I would still be here in time to spend my stimulus pay, but it came and went. I spent it on house insurance. I wonder if it will stimulate the economy.
I still buy green bananas, but after August 24th I may stop taking chances like that.

My Pot Hound

No vet bills and he hardly eats anything and is very quiet. It was a Mother Day gift. Isn’t he cute? I just call him Pot Hound.
I believe it came from a Hallmark store.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

True Potato Salad

Jim, the potato salad maker

I complained about the Deli potato salad and Jim came to my rescue. He made me a potato salad that is out of this world. No kidding, it’s delicious. He should go into the Deli business.
Thank you, Jim. It was wonderful.
Do you notice how coordinated Jim's clothing is with the furniture? I wonder if he called Molly to get her color scheme before he could get dressed.
I just like giving Jim a bad time because he dishes it out to everybody else. You reap what you sow.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Brilliant Minds More or Less

Do you sometimes feel like we are living in the twilight zone? I was listening to the news this morning and they announced that a certain airline is considering charging people according to how much they weigh. They have already added extra charges for everything else they can think of and they still lost two billion dollars last year. Now they want to charge for the extra fat you carry on board. Can’t you just see this picture? The bigwigs of an airline are going into panic mode because they keep losing money. So they call a special meeting of the smartest minds in their business. We’re losing money and we’ve got to come up with a way to turn it around. They come up with this brilliant idea. What are they going to call it? Quantity control? You talk about somebody’s elevator not going all the way to the top. This one takes top prize. If it works for an airline it won’t be long until we’ll have to step on a scale before we can buy anything.
Why don’t they just stick a gun in our back like the oil companies do?